This week the air feels slightly colder than a week ago. The air carries a gentle scent which is reminiscent of the smell of the plastic ice box in the freezer. It reminds me how much I enjoy inhaling the scent of ice-cream freezers in the supermarket, and also that I haven’t done that forContinue reading “MANDALAS AND THE JOY OF THINKING”
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WATCHING THE JOKER ALONE
This morning the air is cold. I stand underneath two contrails and breathe deeply. I want to sense the scent of the day, but the chill seems to have made it faint. It carries a mix of silage and leaves and I decide to call it Autumn Green. Alt text says this week’s photo isContinue reading “WATCHING THE JOKER ALONE”
DREAMING MORE
This morning the wind is wild and whips up the smell of grass under a half-moon and a star. I recall the scent of dry stone dust from our mountain climb and the fact that although we heard an owl hoot as we started out on the trek I did not notice a dawn chorus.Continue reading “DREAMING MORE”
SNOWDON
This morning the air brings the gentle cool of herbed Autumn and a tinge of car fumes. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and my sister fresh faced and ready just before our midnight walk up Snowdon. I also say we looked fresh facedContinue reading “SNOWDON”
COBWEBS BLOWN
This morning the air brings the faint smell of wood smoke and whispers Autumn. Alt text says this week’s photo is two women taking a selfie. I say it is me and Kath having a seaside stroll on the last day of August. One of us paddled and we both had chocolate ice-cream. A quickContinue reading “COBWEBS BLOWN”
NEW SHOES
This morning the air smells cleansed and grassy. Alt text says this week’s photo is pairs of shoes on the floor. I say it is a set of insoles that have gone in the bin beside a pair of new ones that have been inserted into my old walking shoes. Late August was always theContinue reading “NEW SHOES”
CLAPPING WITH MY HEART
This morning I am glad of the smell of cold air with a tinge of earthiness as I push my nose close to the gap of the hotel window which does not open far. Yesterday the corridors smelt of warmed bodies and hot food, and with no draught to waft it fresher it was notContinue reading “CLAPPING WITH MY HEART”
EVENING SUN
This morning, at ‘The Angel of the North’ the air smells of heather and lavender. Alt text isn’t offering a suggestion for this week’s photo, but I say it is Kath and me capturing a photo during a stroll by the river after the first day of the yarn show we attended at the weekend.Continue reading “EVENING SUN”
YELLOW STRETCHY MAN
This morning the sky is grey, the wind is gathering, and there are notes of coffee on the air. I have upped my walking lately and have been able to climb Moel Famau three times in the last week or so. It has been important to me to push myself and see how this feelsContinue reading “YELLOW STRETCHY MAN”
STRIDING OUT
This morning the air carries the scents of fuchsia and tea rose, and I wonder whether an elephant hawk moth is eating leaves somewhere close by. Alt text states this week’s photo is a person in a graduation gown. I say it is one of my special someones striding out in a mortar board andContinue reading “STRIDING OUT”
Sue Finch 